C1230 One Sword Could Destroy the Heavenly Tribulation

"Come on! You bunch of beasts! Do you really think I, Meng Haoxian, am afraid of you!?"

Meng Haoxian's furious roar resounded unceasingly in the air. The golden sword in his hand actually formed a thin layer of mist as it stood above the water tribulation.

Qin Feng frowned. This was an illusion technique